Survival [completed]

Mild case of Drapetomania

I watch the empty air that used to once be taken up by Mr Stone. My mind is running in circles trying ot figure out what he has to tell me that is so important. He looked so nervous and worried. It scared me. What was he upto? Tristan moved closer to me closing the gap between us. He took my hand in his and somehow I started to calm down. My stomach ties itself in knots as I await what Mr Stone has to say.

He re-enters the room with an A4 brown envelope in hand. His grip on the envelope was so hard I could see the creases on it. I stare it and if my eyes were lazers the brown paper cover would have been incinerated by now. Mr Stone looks at me and then at the envelope. He brings it up and then holds it back down again. He's indecisive. 

"How about you take a seat?" I suggest to him through my dry mouth. 

He nods his head and takes a seat at the single chair next to me. He turns to me and holds the envelop. He places it on the coffee table and then takes it back in his hands. Honestly, I have never seen someone this nervous. For man like him him, it was least expected. I always thought he would always be calm and composed and be in control of everything around him. I gulp unsure myself if I was supposed to know what was inside the envelope. 

"So.." I say prompting him

Mr Stone stares at me and his green eyes, bore into mine, and I see the fear and worry as clear as day. He slowly hands me the envelope. I reach out almost too quickly and take it from him, eager and curious to know what was inside. Tristan leans forward too. I slowly open the envelope and pull out the single sheet of paper in it. Mr Stone's hard grip had casued creases on the paper. 

My eyes scan the paper and I see that it's a form of medical report. I look at ir clearly and see that it's from a medical lab in town. It was well known around the world. This man clearly had connections. I continue reading but find that I don't understand the tables. So I look at it even more closely and it read 

DNA Test between Elliot Stone and Star Miller-Taylor. 

 

My heart clenches and I read those words again confused. Why would Mr Stone want a DNA test with me? How did he even get my blood sample? Or DNA?

I scan over the tables and see the results: MATCH. 

I gulp as I try to process the one word with five letters. One vowl and four consonants. Match? Match. I played around in my head. WHat did that even mean? Next to me Tristan was in shock. He was looking from me to Mr Stone repitiviely. I just stared at the paper as my mind slowly processed the word. Was he trying to say that he was my father? Like bilogical father? That meant to say that the man whom I have been living with for the past sixteen years wasn't actually my father at all? He was just a complete stranger. In the first place a DNA match could only happen between family members right? 

"Mr Stone, how about you just explain this...she isn't gonna recover anytime soon." I hear Tristan say as I continue staring at the paper. 

"Okay....so Sarah and I went to high school together, we were really close…we were a couple then...high school sweet hearts like your parents." He explains referring to Tristan's parents. "When it was time to go to college we were still going steady. Everything was fine even though, I was going to Brown and she to USD, here. We were going to do a long distance relationship. We were deteremined to make it work. It all went well for one year. I flew back whenever I could. Or she’d come over. Then in my second year, something changed. She stopped writing or calling as much. We fought a lot and she’d make excuses to not come visit. I was too busy with school to really pay attention. It went on for a long time." Mr Stone says pausing and I look up at him seeing the pain and fear in his face and green eyes. 
"We finished college and I came back. She was there to welcome me at the airport and I was anything but elated to see her. We spent a romantic afternoon and evening together. She spent the night at my place.” Mr Stone pauses looking at me a little worried and uncertain.